Something has Just Begun: The Street
Dec. 7th, 2010 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lynx212Title: The Street
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Teen/Adult
Disclaimer: I make no profit so no reason to sue
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV
Days pass and life ebbs on. It's Thursday, around lunch, when the phone on Riza's desk rings. It's Alphonse for you. You are smiling as you talk to your sibling and it warms my heart. I was never that close to my brother and it reminds me of how long it's been since I've written him. I'll have to do that soon.
Your tone changes causing Riza and me look up at you. The smile on your face is gone even as your words remain chipper. When you hang up, she asks if anything was wrong and you say Al's going to be staying with the research team for an indeterminate amount time as they've been hired to work on some project. My heart goes out to you; I know you'll miss him.
Weeks pass and you seem to be adjusting to the absence of your sibling as well as can be expected. You leave the office early one day and I find myself wondering why. When it comes time for the rest of us to leave, I decide to head towards a café. I'm not in the mood to cook. I leave there after a light dinner to take a sunset stroll. The temperate days will be ending soon so I decide to enjoy them while I can.
A car passes me and the head of blonde hair in the passenger seat doesn't escape my notice. I decide to continue on my course and if I run into them I do, if I don't, I don't.
…but I do, and I don't like what I see, nor what I hear.
First, a car door slams heavily soon followed by another door shut with much more care. Then, two sets of footsteps both moving at a hurried pace. He's asking you to hold on, to wait, but you don't seem interested in doing so at all, if the muffled expletives are any indication. When you come darting out of a parking lot and onto the sidewalk, I duck into an alley. When he catches up to you, you whirl on him and I see righteous fury in your eyes. He utters something that I can't make out but under the glow of streetlamps, I can see your face morph from blazing anger to shocked defeat. He asks you to come back to the car with him and you do but even from my hiding place, I can see the reluctance in every step you take.
I stay hidden until the car pulls out and drives off.
I don't like where this game is going
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Teen/Adult
Disclaimer: I make no profit so no reason to sue
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV
Days pass and life ebbs on. It's Thursday, around lunch, when the phone on Riza's desk rings. It's Alphonse for you. You are smiling as you talk to your sibling and it warms my heart. I was never that close to my brother and it reminds me of how long it's been since I've written him. I'll have to do that soon.
Your tone changes causing Riza and me look up at you. The smile on your face is gone even as your words remain chipper. When you hang up, she asks if anything was wrong and you say Al's going to be staying with the research team for an indeterminate amount time as they've been hired to work on some project. My heart goes out to you; I know you'll miss him.
Weeks pass and you seem to be adjusting to the absence of your sibling as well as can be expected. You leave the office early one day and I find myself wondering why. When it comes time for the rest of us to leave, I decide to head towards a café. I'm not in the mood to cook. I leave there after a light dinner to take a sunset stroll. The temperate days will be ending soon so I decide to enjoy them while I can.
A car passes me and the head of blonde hair in the passenger seat doesn't escape my notice. I decide to continue on my course and if I run into them I do, if I don't, I don't.
…but I do, and I don't like what I see, nor what I hear.
First, a car door slams heavily soon followed by another door shut with much more care. Then, two sets of footsteps both moving at a hurried pace. He's asking you to hold on, to wait, but you don't seem interested in doing so at all, if the muffled expletives are any indication. When you come darting out of a parking lot and onto the sidewalk, I duck into an alley. When he catches up to you, you whirl on him and I see righteous fury in your eyes. He utters something that I can't make out but under the glow of streetlamps, I can see your face morph from blazing anger to shocked defeat. He asks you to come back to the car with him and you do but even from my hiding place, I can see the reluctance in every step you take.
I stay hidden until the car pulls out and drives off.
I don't like where this game is going
